Backstage (h.s)

8. Stuck

I nod and he opens the door wider for me, I step in the house and I see angel detailing all around on the ceilings and the walls, it's got gold detailing and I it really reminds me of Matthew has to be perfect even if it's fake, "Matthew and Patrick are with the other gentlemen in the living room" the mans says and I hear his posh accent once again, I nod walking towards he pointed me to and I walk through the threshold to see Niall, Liam and Zayn sitting on one couch while Patrick sits on the opposite side on the other couch in the room and Matthew leans against the desk in the front of the room, I look at the ugly ass painting of him above his desk and it makes me wanna puke

Matthew eyes me and I sit on the chair the is across from where Matthew is, I lean back in it taking my sunglasses off and hooking them through the top of my shirt, "hey H how you been?" I hear Niall say and I nod, "pretty okay, what have you been up to today?" I ask them and they shrug, "nothing really I was just laying around all day till you texted us" Liam says and I smirk, I hear Patrick scoff and I turn to the pretty boy

"problem Patty?" I ask him with the snark in my tone and his eyes squint in anger, "you just sound like a bunch of lazy fucks" he says in a matter of fact tone and I sit up, "bet I do more than you hunny bun" I smile and he rolls his eyes, "Esme's late" I hear Matthew gruff as he stares into his phone, "always is father" I hear the words come out of Patricks mouth and I snap my head towards him waiting to hear what he says next about her so I can beat the fuck out of him

"Why are with her then, all you do is talk shit" I hear Niall defend Esme and I smile, "she's easy" he shrugs like its not a big deal and I stand up, "don't talk about her like that" I step forward but I feel a pair of hands wrap around my stomach, it's Zayn of course always trying to break my shit up

"it's my girlfriend I can say whatever the hell I want she won't stop me she's scared of me" he says and I try to launch forward but Zayn holds me still, "Harry calm down" Matthew snaps and I look at him, "your gonna let your son talk about a women like that?" I ask him and he shrugs, "I don't really give a fuck frankly" he smirks and I rub my face, I'm stuck here with a set of twats

I push Zayn off of me and I sit back down in the chair trying to calm myself down, I see a presence out of the corner of my eye, Esme she smiles at everyone and she walks in

"your late" I hear Matthew say as she walks farther into the room, fucks sake why does he have to bring it up she's not even late it's not 5 yet, she looks disappointed probably because thats the first thing she heard when she walked in not even a hello, "it's four-fifty-seven" she says and I see Patrick glare at her, what the fuck is up with this family, Patrick is a fucking pussy who's scared of his powerful, Patrick isn't an ass because he needs to be it's because of his father

"sorry it won't happen again" I hear her say and I tilt my head in confusion but when I see Patrick grab her arm I feel my stomach drop, he wouldn't hurt her or at least I don't wanna think that but she looks terrified

I see his nails dig into her and she bites her lip, he drags her out of the room because dinner is ready but when I see her head turn back to me I can't help but see the absolute fear in her eyes, I feel my features project anger because I feel nothing but hatred for Patrick right In this moment because if I find out he's hurting her I don't know what I'll do

I stray behind her and I walk into the dinning room with Liam, Niall, and Zayn I make sure to sit across from Esme in case anything happens I'm very curious if he will try anything, the man from earlier brings out ice water and I sip on it but I hear Matthews voice